Old Enemies... (S/X)
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Old Enemies Part 28
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Part 28
Harris couldn’t count the number of times he’d almost cum in the taxi. Spike’s—he’d said to call him Spike, not Will—Spike’s lips and teeth had been everywhere that was possible while they were fully dressed.
The man had nipped, sucked, licked and nibbled at his neck, his lips, his jaw and even his fingers. By the time they’d reached the hotel, Harris was ready to burst.
Unfortunately, he’d had to climb from the cab, his cock making a very obvious tent in his pants. He was more than happy to hide behind a large potted plant while Spike checked in.
Harris expected to have at least a moment of questioning his own actions, but he didn’t. There was something about this that felt… right. And for the first time since he’d woken up, he didn’t feel ALONE.
No… he felt loved. Wanted. NEEDED. He felt… at home.
It didn’t make sense unless he believed what Spike had said earlier. They were lovers. More, even. They were… right together. Hell, it surely FELT like they were.
Usually Harris was nervous about taking a new lover, but… his eye trailed across the lobby of the hotel and he felt himself breathing harder as he watched the blond standing in front of the front desk.
“I love him,” he told himself nearly silently. “I don’t know how or why, but I know that I LOVE him!”
And suddenly Harris didn’t care whether anyone saw him all hot and hard in his pants.
He crossed the lobby, his arms reaching out to brace on the edge of the front desk to either side of the blond. “Spike,” he whispered, his lips brushing the other man’s ear, “Take me to bed… NOW.”
The blond chuckled softly, even though there was a bit of wonder in the sound. “Granted, luv,” he murmured back, taking the key card from the woman behind the desk.
He turned, pressing himself against his beloved for a moment then ducked under one of his arms. “You comin’, Xan?” he asked playfully, arching his scarred brow.
“Not yet,” Harris mumbled, his eye caught by the way Spike walked, “But soon, I hope…”
It was so close to what his love had said their first time that Spike sighed. He stepped into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, one hand grabbing his Xan’s and pulling him in right behind. As the doors closed, he turned and pressed the taller man against the wall.
His lips devoured his love’s mouth, dropping quickly to that long, warm and fragrant neck again. “Bloody hell, Xan… you taste so good…”
Harris wanted nothing more than to just stop the elevator and strip both himself and Spike naked. Every part of him was screaming to touch, to BE touched… and then the blond was attached to his lips, his neck…
He shuddered, his arms wrapping roughly around the other man. “Gods… SPIKE! YES!”
Spike chuckled, letting just his teeth shift as he scraped them over Xander’s soft neck. He nuzzled softly, pushing the collar of his beloved’s shirt aside with his cheek. “Luv you, pet,” he whispered, his tongue sliding out to lave the scar. “NEVER knew luv like this…”
Harris nearly screamed, but it was a hotel. He didn’t want to disturb the other guests. Instead, his hands rose up Spike’s spine to tangle with his hair, holding him closer, wanting more. “Spike!” he groaned, “Do it!”
He wasn’t sure of what he was demanding, but he knew… he REMEMBERED… that it was something he… needed.
The last thing he could or would ever do was to deny his claimed. There was no chance. He just… couldn’t. Still, he needed to be sure. “Are… are you certain, pet…? Might hurt a bit if I’m not buried deep inside you…”
Spike groaned as the elevator slowed, then stopped, the doors opening. “Hold that thought,” he murmured softly, “Until we’re in our room.”
Harris shivered again as he followed the blond down the hallway, stopping in front of a wide door. “This… this is a suite, right?” He’d stayed in plenty of them in his time, after all, but he hadn’t expected… “I… for me?” Harris bit his lip, his stomach doing an odd little flip at the fact that Spike had gotten something other than an ordinary room.
The blond opened the door and stepped inside, pulling his love with him. He closed the door quickly, pulling the brunette into his embrace. “I’d do anythin’ for you, luv… an’ seein’ as I’m not lettin’ you go til you understand how much you mean ta me, I figured we’d do better bein’ all comfy-like.”
Harris moaned, his legs just about giving out. He collapsed back, the closed door of their room holding him up. “I… what you were doing before, Spike… do that again? Please…?”
The vampire smiled softly and latched his lips to his human’s neck again, lips teasing the scar through the shirt before nuzzling the fabric aside once more. “ ‘s this what you mean, luv..?” Spike asked smugly.
“Oh… GODS, yes…” was all Harris could say.
Even without remembering him, his beloved was so responsive… so wanton. There was no way Spike would ever let him go. All he needed to do was… make the bloke finish the claim. One more bite from him… just one more… and nothinjg would ever be able to come between them again.
Harris moaned louder, feeling the strong, elegant fingers working at the button and zip of his pants. “Jesus… Spike…” He pulled away, stripping himself to skin. “I… I’m sorry. I can’t wait.”
Spike purred low and deep in his chest as he slid from his own clothes slowly. He stood there in front of Xander, unashamed of his nakedness. “Don’t be sorry, luv. Unless you’re about ta tell me you’ve changed your mind…?”
The brunette shook his head wildly, reaching out for the equally naked blond. “Need you, Spike. I… I’m not sure of why, but… I need you.”
And that was all Spike needed to hear.
He took the taller man’s hand and pulled him swiftly to the bedroom. It didn’t matter whether his Xan remembered or not. After this night, he’d be Spike’s completely.
That didn’t mean Spike wasn’t looking forward to trying to remind him, of course.
Part 28
Harris couldn’t count the number of times he’d almost cum in the taxi. Spike’s—he’d said to call him Spike, not Will—Spike’s lips and teeth had been everywhere that was possible while they were fully dressed.
The man had nipped, sucked, licked and nibbled at his neck, his lips, his jaw and even his fingers. By the time they’d reached the hotel, Harris was ready to burst.
Unfortunately, he’d had to climb from the cab, his cock making a very obvious tent in his pants. He was more than happy to hide behind a large potted plant while Spike checked in.
Harris expected to have at least a moment of questioning his own actions, but he didn’t. There was something about this that felt… right. And for the first time since he’d woken up, he didn’t feel ALONE.
No… he felt loved. Wanted. NEEDED. He felt… at home.
It didn’t make sense unless he believed what Spike had said earlier. They were lovers. More, even. They were… right together. Hell, it surely FELT like they were.
Usually Harris was nervous about taking a new lover, but… his eye trailed across the lobby of the hotel and he felt himself breathing harder as he watched the blond standing in front of the front desk.
“I love him,” he told himself nearly silently. “I don’t know how or why, but I know that I LOVE him!”
And suddenly Harris didn’t care whether anyone saw him all hot and hard in his pants.
He crossed the lobby, his arms reaching out to brace on the edge of the front desk to either side of the blond. “Spike,” he whispered, his lips brushing the other man’s ear, “Take me to bed… NOW.”
The blond chuckled softly, even though there was a bit of wonder in the sound. “Granted, luv,” he murmured back, taking the key card from the woman behind the desk.
He turned, pressing himself against his beloved for a moment then ducked under one of his arms. “You comin’, Xan?” he asked playfully, arching his scarred brow.
“Not yet,” Harris mumbled, his eye caught by the way Spike walked, “But soon, I hope…”
It was so close to what his love had said their first time that Spike sighed. He stepped into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, one hand grabbing his Xan’s and pulling him in right behind. As the doors closed, he turned and pressed the taller man against the wall.
His lips devoured his love’s mouth, dropping quickly to that long, warm and fragrant neck again. “Bloody hell, Xan… you taste so good…”
Harris wanted nothing more than to just stop the elevator and strip both himself and Spike naked. Every part of him was screaming to touch, to BE touched… and then the blond was attached to his lips, his neck…
He shuddered, his arms wrapping roughly around the other man. “Gods… SPIKE! YES!”
Spike chuckled, letting just his teeth shift as he scraped them over Xander’s soft neck. He nuzzled softly, pushing the collar of his beloved’s shirt aside with his cheek. “Luv you, pet,” he whispered, his tongue sliding out to lave the scar. “NEVER knew luv like this…”
Harris nearly screamed, but it was a hotel. He didn’t want to disturb the other guests. Instead, his hands rose up Spike’s spine to tangle with his hair, holding him closer, wanting more. “Spike!” he groaned, “Do it!”
He wasn’t sure of what he was demanding, but he knew… he REMEMBERED… that it was something he… needed.
The last thing he could or would ever do was to deny his claimed. There was no chance. He just… couldn’t. Still, he needed to be sure. “Are… are you certain, pet…? Might hurt a bit if I’m not buried deep inside you…”
Spike groaned as the elevator slowed, then stopped, the doors opening. “Hold that thought,” he murmured softly, “Until we’re in our room.”
Harris shivered again as he followed the blond down the hallway, stopping in front of a wide door. “This… this is a suite, right?” He’d stayed in plenty of them in his time, after all, but he hadn’t expected… “I… for me?” Harris bit his lip, his stomach doing an odd little flip at the fact that Spike had gotten something other than an ordinary room.
The blond opened the door and stepped inside, pulling his love with him. He closed the door quickly, pulling the brunette into his embrace. “I’d do anythin’ for you, luv… an’ seein’ as I’m not lettin’ you go til you understand how much you mean ta me, I figured we’d do better bein’ all comfy-like.”
Harris moaned, his legs just about giving out. He collapsed back, the closed door of their room holding him up. “I… what you were doing before, Spike… do that again? Please…?”
The vampire smiled softly and latched his lips to his human’s neck again, lips teasing the scar through the shirt before nuzzling the fabric aside once more. “ ‘s this what you mean, luv..?” Spike asked smugly.
“Oh… GODS, yes…” was all Harris could say.
Even without remembering him, his beloved was so responsive… so wanton. There was no way Spike would ever let him go. All he needed to do was… make the bloke finish the claim. One more bite from him… just one more… and nothinjg would ever be able to come between them again.
Harris moaned louder, feeling the strong, elegant fingers working at the button and zip of his pants. “Jesus… Spike…” He pulled away, stripping himself to skin. “I… I’m sorry. I can’t wait.”
Spike purred low and deep in his chest as he slid from his own clothes slowly. He stood there in front of Xander, unashamed of his nakedness. “Don’t be sorry, luv. Unless you’re about ta tell me you’ve changed your mind…?”
The brunette shook his head wildly, reaching out for the equally naked blond. “Need you, Spike. I… I’m not sure of why, but… I need you.”
And that was all Spike needed to hear.
He took the taller man’s hand and pulled him swiftly to the bedroom. It didn’t matter whether his Xan remembered or not. After this night, he’d be Spike’s completely.
That didn’t mean Spike wasn’t looking forward to trying to remind him, of course.